A thread for short (maybe longish) poems of any sort

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>> Do you see a man wise [enlightened/ariya] in his own eyes? There is more hope for a fool than for him.<< -- Proverbs 26:12

This being is bound to samsara, kamma is his means for going beyond. -- SN I, 38.

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“As I was sitting in my chair,
I knew the bottom wasn't there,
Nor legs nor back, but I just sat,
Ignoring little things like that.”


― Hughes Mearns
Hic Rhodus, hic salta!
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In the midst of the foggy land that is I
A weathered sign with no road passing by

Its arrow points the same old way
Towards foggy moores and foggy days

I look for names and signs in vain
All erased by wind and rain

It was my journeys final stay
When did it go, and lead me astray

I search that word like I am blind
A word to show me what I left behind

In the midst of the foggy land that is me
A scary roadless sign I see

(Inger Hagerup)

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If you didn't care
What happened to me
And I didn't care for you

We would zig-zag our way
Through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain

Wondering which of the
Buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing
- Roger Waters
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This Only

by Czeslaw Milos



A valley and above it forests in autumn colors.
A voyager arrives, a map led him here.
Or perhaps memory. Once, long ago, in the sun,
When the first snow fell, riding this way
He felt joy, strong, without reason,
Joy of the eyes. Everything was the rhythm
Of shifting trees, of a bird in flight,
Of a train on the viaduct, a feast of motion.
He returns years later, has no demands.
He wants only one, most precious thing:
To see, purely and simply, without name,
Without expectations, fears, or hopes,
At the edge where there is no I or not-I.

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Re: A thread for short (maybe longish) poems of any sort

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And before the Wise Ones appeared,
Forty million years of ducks in the mud.

Blowing out a candle
ten thousand miles away
Cutting up a duck for dinner.

A dog barks at nothing,
a thousand ducks twitch--
winds of winter.

Has a duck the Buddha-Nature?
"Sssshhh!
Stop quacking like a duck."

- Michael P. Garofalo, Above the Fog

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If you didn't care
What happened to me
And I didn't care for you

We would zig-zag our way
Through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain

Wondering which of the
Buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing
- Roger Waters
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Re: A thread for short (maybe longish) poems of any sort

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Tracking the Centre

by Ajahn Sucitto



For a traveller

hanging off the railcar of the year,

arrival means thankfulness.



And an emptying out.



A fistful of dishonesties

let go

into the unglazed bowl of evening.



One tall black pine

bars the horizon.

A star holds the future’s vanishing-point.



Geese on the wing sound

and resound

skies where beingness softens,



skies of endless release.



I follow a blue that turns –

and returns each brittle heart-beat

to a dark like the wild deer’s eye.


http://ajahnsucitto.org/extras-3/poetry/


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Know all things to be like this:
A mirage, a cloud castle,
A dream, an apparition,
Without essence, but with qualities that can be seen.

Know all things to be like this:
As the moon in a bright sky
In some clear lake reflected,
Though to that lake the moon has never moved.

Know all things to be like this:
As an echo that derives
From music, sounds, and weeping,
Yet in that echo is no melody.

Know all things to be like this:
As a magician makes illusions
Of horses, oxen, carts and other things,
Nothing is as it appears.
(Samadhi Raja Sutra)
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If you didn't care
What happened to me
And I didn't care for you

We would zig-zag our way
Through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain

Wondering which of the
Buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing
- Roger Waters
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